Don’t shed a tear or begin to whimper,
through the wind, I am the endless whisper.

I lift the birds and push the waves,
fall to you in pouring rains.

I am forever with love and time,
close your eyes I’m not hard to find.

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When I miss her so much and it seems unbearable to imagine I’ll never see or talk to Karen again, this poem always seeps into my head and for some reason it brings me great comfort. I imagine the breeze is her, the warm sun on my face is her. Wherever she is, she’s still here.

This is my new online thing i like. I came across it on Facebook and every Wednesday, it promises to provide me with a hilarious cartoon. The characters are all extremely well portrayed and usually in yo face!!

I live in a wonderful city. There are particular streets I love, mostly in the downtown area or around/along the riverbank, providing endless paths and trees and flowers and foliage and birds and animals. Have I mentioned the jack rabbits that live downtown? I’m steps from the river and sometimes I can spot them (or is it the same rabbit over and over?) from my balcony, darting across the streets in the night, narrowly getting missed by vehicles. There are Canada geese along the riverbank and often at various other spots downtown, pelicans at the weir, ducks, seagulls, pigeons, endless people walking an endless array of dogs. The other day I also saw a young man carrying a cat, which I thought was quite odd. I’m not sure which idea is more odd; walking a cat, or CARRYING one around. There have been cougar sightings and last year one wandered up from the riverbank and went to lay down in a patch of sun in someone’s back yard. I’m pretty sure someone shot it, so perhaps that’s a bad example of the loveliness of the area. There are beavers and badgers, and hundred of different birds. Thankfully I’ve never encountered anything close to an experience of “Canada geese/other wild animal gone wild”, but I’ve heard of such possibilities so I always leave at least ten feet of room between us and anything we see.

I’ve been going for walks everyday since SpRiNg has sPrUnG and have been so engrossed in everything that’s going on, mostly watching Lillienne watch everything, that I haven’t even brought my camera to take photos outdoors at my leisure. Booooo.
Next time.

I really hope spring is here to stay. We have quite the blizzard a couple weeks ago that shocked us all back into frozen mode, but the sun has been out for a few days in a row now, and yesterday I saw some buds on some trees.
Lillienne is half running/half walking like a mad woman, we can take her to the park and walk with her to the very end of the park in her stroller, and she can walk back the whole way home. She is into airplanes and birds right now, saying “Ba!” for bird. Then again she also says “Ba!” For ball, banana and button, but I seem to understand whatever she says.
She enjoys being outside so much, which is why I am quite excited we’re in the process of perhaps looking for a house to rent instead of living in our highrise apartment. It’s lovely and big and has lots of light, but I don’t like having to gather Lily up and her 10lbs of accessories in the stroller and cross a busy street to play in the park. I desperately want a backyard for her, somewhere she can explore on her own and not have to worry about being bowled over by 15 seven year olds who have just ingested 4 pounds of sugar and where the F are their parents, anyway? I want a backyard for her, maybe a swingset. A place for her to kick a ball around and for us to look for bugs and flowers and have our own space. And yes, for my own selfish reasons also. So I can sit in the sun, or enjoy the rain on a backporch, or to get my hands dirty in a flower bed and have my daughter peel me grapes while I lay in a hammock and Dustin cuts the lawn and birds gather on the fence harmonizing the theme to “The Hills Are Alive.”(Eventually we will own our home then, and then the scene drastically changes with waterfalls, pina colodas, a massive pool and a walk in closet the size of a small town.)

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I'm Sarah, and this is my blog. I write about everything and anything, so if reading about explosive shitty diapers, 321798 way to make chicken and me generally doing my thang isn't your cup of tea, ye be warned. I enjoy carbohydrates, swearing, photography, and peace on Earth- goodwill to men.